I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. (Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Work")
Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children. (Lu Xun's "Self-mockery")
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. (Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Dingding Ocean")
Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? (Luo Yin's "Bees")
Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. (Lu You's divination operator-Yongmei)